Where two lovers meet beneath the green bower Where two lovers meet out beneath the green tree And Mary, fond Mary, she says unto her true love, "You have stolen my young heart by the banks of the Lee."
For I loved her very dearly, most true and sincerely There is no one in this wide world I loved more than she Every bush and every bower, every wild Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.
"Don't stay out too late love, on the moorlands, my Mary Don't stay out too late love, on the moorlands for me" But it's little was my notion, when we parted by the ocean That we were forever part on by the banks of the Lee.
I will pull my love some roses, some wild Irish roses I will pull my love some roses, the fairest to see And I'll lay them on the gravesite of my own dear darlin' Mary On that cold and silent grave where she sleeps, 'neath the dew
For I loved her very dearly, most true and sincerely There is no one in this wide world I loved more than she Every bush and every bower, every wild Irish flower Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
